Chapter 392 The Dancer of the Throat of Death

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Even though they were walking among the ruins of elves thousands of years ago, Maria and the others did not feel oppressed or frightened by it.

It has been damaged to such an extent that no traces of the city can be seen at all. It looks like the ruins of an ancient civilization thousands of years ago, and it looks like a post-war city that has been washed away by missiles. It is almost impossible to see the original shape of the building.

It is even impossible to judge whether a certain side of the fallen wall was originally here, and half of it disappeared...or this side flew over from nowhere.

"that is……"

Maria was startled suddenly, then froze on the spot.

The wind around brought her more news.

A very soft whisper sounded in her ears. It was the remnant of something invisible... an influence called "Whispers of Elegance".

It was as if there was an illusion of wind blowing past her ears—Maria's hair was blown by itself without wind.

She turned her head and found a pure white girl ghost sitting quietly on a broken wall like a tombstone she just passed by.

When they came here just now, they didn't notice anyone here at all.

It was an elf girl with long silver-white hair.

She is wearing a white dress that only exposes her left shoulder and left arm, and the skirt is ten centimeters above her knees. Her slender pure white right arm has cute sleeves that cover half of her palm. To the looming slender waist.

The girl ghost was laughing mischievously, and light titters echoed in the air.

——If the ghost sitting on the tombstone is more ugly and more vicious, maybe this is still a scary plot to kill back.

But because the ghost girl is too cute, it makes the surrounding blue ruins look like a fairyland.

She looked at Maria with a dazed and confused expression, as if she was seriously thinking about something.

"when……"

Salvatore murmured.

The unexpected situation made him subconsciously raise his vigilance - he has not come here once or twice. When Salvatore was an apprentice, he was often sent by Master Benjamin to extract influence.

For a teaching institution like the Wizard's Tower, students are basically synonymous with running errands and coolies.

Just like how Salvatore helped the mentors make black fire and green fire in the past, the effect of moving is also something that "the mentors are too lazy to do" but someone has to do it.

But Salvatore came so many times.

But I have never seen it before, there are ghosts left by the elves in the past...

Zedi Heita said in class that the essence of the specimen storage library is to preserve the souls of the elves in the past and use these souls to construct a public nightmare. In this public nightmare, there is a perpetual nightmare stored—as long as visitors who meet the needs can enter it and conduct necessary investigations.

This can carry more content than the information recorded in the book, and it can be preserved for a longer time than the information engraved on the stone tablet.

It is like a "specimen" formed by a piece of history.

And in a place like this...how could there be a single soul?

The souls of elves have long been used to create nightmares. The withdrawal of any soul will lead to the instability of the "specimen library"...or even collapse. However, whether it is to use rituals or spells to directly affect the information stored in the dream world, it is almost impossible.

In other words.

That is, this elf girl is not the soul inside this specimen library at all!

It was an alien, later elf...and died here.

And because of the special power of the specimen library, it has been kept here.

...But why, in the past few hundred years, the wizards who visited Zedi Heita and extracted the influence...have never seen her?

If it's because she fears and doesn't trust human wizards, that's why she keeps hiding.

So why is she here now?

"Who is it?"

Salvatore asked vigilantly: "I haven't seen it here.

"

He stretched out his hand to hold the potion bottle on his waist—unfortunately, he didn't carry the potion for striking spirits. There are no materials used to construct the ritual of striking the spirit body.

——But he couldn't be cowardly.

At least you have to act like you're not easy to mess with... If the other party has bad intentions, maybe they will find it troublesome and run away.

"I haven't seen me, but I've seen it several times."

The ghost girl sitting on the ruined wall said with great interest: "It seems like ten years ago? Back then...you were so tall."

She said, lifting her foot and kicking the air.

It means that Salvatore at that time was not as high as her current feet.

"Back then, I was afraid of ghosts... Are you still afraid now?"

She asked with a smile.

Salvatore suddenly puffed up like a pufferfish: "Who has ever been afraid of ghosts? I was—"

"Is it... Boface?"

Lin Yiyi asked suddenly, interrupting Salvatore's words.

She, too, looked back. After taking a few glances at the ghost girl, his eyes lit up and he recognized her.

A delighted smile suddenly appeared on Boface's face: "Sure enough! I didn't admit my mistake..."

She turned around and asked impatiently, "Is it the person called by sister citalopram?"

"……what?"

After hearing this, Lin Yiyi, who was about to explain her origin, was taken aback for a moment: "How did you recognize it?"

"We all smell the same!"

After Boface finished speaking, she no longer sat on the tombstone. Instead, he floated over happily.

Salvatore was so tense that his body tensed up. Just as he was about to speak, Maria grabbed his arm—Maria's strength was beyond Salvatore's imagination, and he even struggled subconsciously. , His arm is motionless.

Maria seemed to see something, and shook her head to signal him to shut up first.

Just as Salvatore was about to say something, Maria pulled his arm again.

He suddenly suffocated like a leak.

Surrounding Lin Yiyi like a butterfly, he asked hesitantly, "Where's sister Citalopram?"

"Her..."

Lin Yiyi chuckled lightly.

Lin Yiyi can really answer this question - and it's not made up.

After all, she, Jiu'er and citalopram lived together offline. Occasionally, when eating, citalopram also mentioned this matter.

"She said that she hasn't mastered the magical art of 'Banner Dancer of the Throat of Death', so she dare not come back to see her."

Lin Yiyi comforted: "After she masters the magic technique, she will come and take it away."

Jiu'er added: "She told us!

"It's said that I have been waiting for a long time..."

"Really!"

Boface's eyes suddenly brightened.

Jiu'er nodded affirmatively: "Yes!"

These are not words to comfort her...

—At least two-thirds of it is true.